By Michael Reyes | An excerpt from the novel

During NYC’s Summer of Sam, a degenerate writer and former ward of state tries to recreate himself in the slums of the Lower East Side. But something from his past is haunting him.

By M.K. Batra MD | I stared in disbelief at the Aghori Sadhus, prophets of Shiva, eating the bloated human flesh and removing the eyes to access Madya—“wine ” from the brains of the corpses.

By John Palisano | Antoinette unfolded the letter and read it under the moonlight. Bathed in blue, she thought the clearing looked painted from the light of the moon. Fifty paces across and find the two stumps, she knew. Blood will mark them, the letter read. Then fifty paces ahead and you’ll find the midnight ones. Down at the bottom of the letter, they informed her of her role in the charade.